"You may not have heard, but the Ninth Mountain faced defeat at the frontline, was utterly crushed. My neighbor's boy served there as a soldier and returned with one arm amputated. It's said that not one in ten survived, even the former Colonel died. Now, a new Colonel has taken office and is looking to rebuild the Ninth Mountain and is recruiting soldiers and buying horses."
"If this were normal times, joining the Mountain-cutting Army could be impressive, but entering now would likely mean heading straight to the battlefield. Isn't that clearly a death mission? Only a fool would go."
In a certain alley, in front of a military recruitment notice.
Residents were pointing and discussing, some shaking their heads, others critiquing, but most remained silent, just watching the excitement.
The notice had been posted here for nearly two hours. Many people came and went, pointing and discussing, but no one stepped forward to answer the call.
